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Male Wolven Shaman
![]() Whisper Holds up his shield and barks out an order. Then strikes. Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Whispers pet Wolf moves around the one in front of Whisper and attacks from the back to trip. Bite: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
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Male Wolven Shaman
![]() WHisper Places his solid white hand in his face and shakes it as Oi'Che looks to the Orc then back to his master. He Then begins to talk with him a bit. "Whisper says that they are not being honest, Which now due to your lack of Wolven and Common speak interaction have forced me to interpret and now also these women know that I and now you know aswell" Oi'che says as Whisper seems ready for anything. ![]()
Male Wolven Shaman
![]() Whisper waits for them to look his direction, He was trained somewhat in hunting yet was injured before he finished. he will never be able to be a hunter like the rest of his pack generation. So he became a shaman after speaking with Oi'Che. Whisper confers with his ancestral guide and after a minute the bird-wise and stoic turns to speak to the group."Whisper though a wolven and quite knowledgeable with woodlore, however, our mutual assistant Skydancer here is an adept hunter, he is quite skilled to track down prey for us and then we can slay it an then prep it. He is also a well-trained animal, it won't be hard and we might get lunch on the way too." "What Whisper is more worried about is that such a motley crew who are not entirely human.how would this farmer react? Whisper hasn't gotten the most welcoming of receptions here in these human-centric lands." ![]()
Male Wolven Shaman
![]() Whisper shakes his head and points first at the farmer then the Claim jumper and then the Adventurers guild. He then repeats it in order. He then points at each of those gathered and then repeats. He hoped they would get the message as he hated communicating with Oi'Che all the time. ![]()
Male Wolven Shaman
![]() Whisper tilts his head and talks out the side of his mouth to his bird. As he watches his hands begin to move one the bright white and small the other strong and matching. "Master Johnathan was it, I Oi'Che a gift from the great Elders speak for Whisper, for like all Wolven can not properly speak with non-wolven. We do not hide our bond for the Ancestors willed it." The bird is stoic but Whispers' brows scowl at the strange-smelling Johnathan as he looks to Vargos. "Vargos it is true, My ancestors lead me here, we read it in the wind and the bones, even the entrails of our food spoke signs of where to go. And thankfully our friend Skydancer was with us for more plentiful food, As for me talking, well that is a gift given to Whisper to aid him in his fateful journey" The bird then shifts too Bedik."Bedik, aiding your people is not a bad thing, being compensated via reward for doing that is not bad either, Without these posting how would we have known that they needed aid? Yes coin is offered but as I have found out the sense of community is less observed and communicated in these 'civilized lands', So honor these peoples requests and in their graciousness accept the rewards given, you'll be surprised as to what relationships and honor you receive from your ancestors" With that Whisper stops talking and goes back to looking at the job board and points to the post about the farmers. ![]()
Male Wolven Shaman
![]() Whisper watched the other men as they conversed. He narrowed his eyes and began to sniff the air about them wondering what shorts of smells they gave off. AS he did he began to speak a weird language and his Bird, Oi'che. As they converse the bird then nods and speaks. "Hello, I am Oi'Che servant and guide to Whisper" he gestures to Whisper with his beak before he continues."Whisper seeks to take these jobs as well and was wondering if you might be willing to work alongside him to complete them." The owl says in a wise and elderly voice. It's common clear and concise. ![]()
Male Wolven Shaman
![]() Clad in the clothes of various cultures bought or scavenged along the way a salt and pepper furred wolfman stands with a fu Manchu mustached owl on his shoulder and a solid black wolf at his side. He looks at the strange board many wondering if he is capable of reading it or just perplexed at the strange sight. Few approaches as the wolf itself seem quite alarming. Other than that the Wolfman wears leathers plated onto corded fabric with a spear in one hand and a free hand that seemed strangely an eerie almost ethereal white blue in color. |